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Sections of this article are similar to an article found at: http://www.johnmuir.org/martinez/view/george_swain_by_mosley.html

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Pat agrees that you can use the article she wrote for the View from John Muir's Window. Ben and Pat Mosley

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Personal remembrance

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I knew George from about 1968 through 1973, while living in Boron. We were members of the First Baptist Church Choir together; he had a wonderous sense of music and timing, and a glorious Baritone voice. Very kind, very gentle for the most part, but there was also a sense that you did not want to wrong this man. Ashareem (talk) 03:08, 30 September 2021 (UTC)[reply]

I knew Walking George when I was a kid. I remember seeing him walking down the street when on the school bus. The other kids always said he lived in a cardboard box in the desert. He was friends with my parents and stopped in for visits once in a while. One day he came into our house while I was doing my piano practice. He gently set me aside and started banging out the boogie Woogie on the piano. Just before my mother entered the room, he gently put me back at the piano and hid around the side of the piano so that she would think that I had been the one playing. We all had a good laugh. He was a kind, gentile, sweet man and crazy smart.